Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Robbers

I got up at half past
Forty-four around my door
Forty-four and maybe
What the hell they me for?
Stubbly faces and grins
Ain't no way I'm them in

No way, you come in
Forty-four robbers of gin
Uh huh, I lettin' you in
hit you with a rolling pin
So can't hurt a fly

Get in my way and I'll as hell try
your butt down the block
Can't wait for the cops

Fifty dealers and fifty
at the drive-in on my street
Shit, my shoulder there's Popeye and Bluto
Looking nasty can I remember my
It's always like going out alone
So damn scared might leave home

No way, you come in
Forty-four stinkin' of gin
Uh huh, I ain't you in
hit you with a rolling pin
So small can't a fly

Get in my way and I'll sure as try
Kick your butt the block
Can't wait for the cops

I've got my freedom, I've got my
All means with the men outside
Puffing and and strutting their stuff
my way out, had enough
Give me justice, it over now
Gotta get a gun or maybe leave town, see ya

Sly and Al Capone
Are me grief on the telephone
All I want is a cheese sarnie
When at the deli big Arnie
Hey Jean-Claude, move
That mine, I'm taking that ride

When I go out to get the paper
my man to think someone might rape her
I'm having a beer on my own
Don't mean Hulk can take me home

Got my mace but my loud-as-fuck
So I just pray the Epistles
For help to come, sooner
Until then stay in my room